Words – jari m

Starting line

I’ve spent quite a bit of time lately thinking of my “why”, on top of “how”.

7 Sci-Fi Stories in 7 Days

I mean –a love story is just a love story. But add some robots, and you got me. You got me.

Art as a visceral feeling; and other rambling thoughts

Again, change –the art, me, you.

Words I carry (to read when I’m sober)

A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.

I made seven breakfasts and did Sunday laundry

This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.

My 2020 in art.

The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.

The last piece I wrote in 2020

I think it’s incomplete.

but didn’t i promise to fall in love

These letters, like this promise, is not for you.

Filters in development

This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.

Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)

I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…